And when, afterwards, he came to know the truth, and of her innocence, from the chief eunuch who with his last breath cleared her name, a terrible anger and despair had come upon him.

Time and intrigue and conspiracy had distracted his mind, and the Jehad became the fixed aim and end of his life.

Now this was gone.

Destiny had tripped him up.

Kaid and the infidel Inglesi had won.
As the one great passion went out like smoke, the woman he loved, whom he had given to the lions, the memory of her, some haunting part of her, possessed him, overcame him.